The Road to Champion

Since coming to this world, Joshua felt that the thing he had done most was not spreading culture or anything like that, but... planting trees.

More precisely, cultivating the World Tree. If the elves had a title called "Best Gardener," Joshua believed he would definitely be a strong contender.

The World Tree's nearly limitless rune capacity and sensory coverage destined it to be excellent server material.

Of course, Joshua could not possibly be so deranged as to lay hands on his own sister. Besides, whether Foya's true form was a World Tree remained uncertain.

The only thing Joshua could be sure of now was that... Faith Power could save Foya's life!

If that High Elf elder's premonition was correct—if "Foya's power originates from the Demon Realm"—then Foya's illness was very likely a disease of the Demon Realm.

Foya once again refused Joshua's question by shaking her head, then silently retreated beneath the covers and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, refusing to communicate with him.

Foya, you have to tell me why you're refusing. Don't you want to be as popular as Tylinn?

Joshua did not think Foya disliked attention from others.

Back when Foya had gotten into a fit of pique on Magic Web Vision and wanted to suppress that slacker Arl, she had maintained a pace of uploading one Game Walkthrough video every day for an entire month.

That rate of video production would have made quite a few famous video creators on Earth weep bitter tears.

No. Foya replied to Joshua with just those two words.

During this period, Joshua had gradually become familiar with this unique "Foya Language." Though it was only two words, they conveyed a great deal.

That sentence could roughly be translated as, *I can't sing, I can't dance, and I'm not pretty.